558 Closure- Part 1

(The song is available on spotify too under the artist's name 'ichiko aoba' in 2010 year)

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Peace had settled back in the realm of Heaven as the fight that had started had stopped, and the people who had come to retrieve a person from Heaven had left, at least that is what people of the Heavenly realm presumed it to be. 

Somewhere away from the garden of Owe, a woman stood facing the mountains that appeared to be near but was in truth far away from the place where she was. Due to the quietness that prevailed back in the place, she had brought her canvas and the charcoal that was in her room out here to paint. 

Like many other souls in Heaven, Constance had no recollection of the memories that she had from the living world. She was completely unaware that her dear son had appeared nearby. She had started to draw the mountains when a person came to stand right behind her. The person looked at her drawing earnestly while getting lost in it. 

While placing one of the charcoal's sticks on the edge of the canvas stand, it slipped from there and fell backwards, making her turn. Before she could pick it up, someone had picked it up for her, and Constance saw a man who wore white robes, and his eyes weren't blue or gold. They were red, an unusual colour that she had not come across since she had come to live in Heaven. 

"Thank you," she whispered, noticing there was something strange about this person who stood out from the rest of the angels who were around. 

"What are you drawing?" asked the person who appeared to be in his thirties, his hair neatly combed back to show his sharp jawline. 

Constance looked back at her canvas, "It's the mountains. I have finished almost everything that is in here and decided to draw something using my imagination." 

"I can tell," hummed Vladimir, staring at the canvas that didn't resemble the mountains that were in front of them. Instead, it resembled the Belmount mountains. 

Earlier, before everyone had the opportunity to disperse, Vladimir had disappeared from the fight scene to come in search of Constance, his daughter, whom he yearned to look at. This might be the only opportunity and the time where he would be coming to Heaven, and he had grabbed the chance to see her without letting anyone know. He wore the white robes that were identical to the other angels robes, camouflaging himself in the surroundings. 

"You seem to be an expert in it," praised Vladimir, something he had often done in the past, and he caught sight of his daughter's smile. "Where did you learn to draw this?" he questioned her. 

Constance stared at the drawing, "I am not sure. It must have been from one of my imaginations or maybe from the dream that I often have."

"You seem to be very interested in it. Do you draw?" Constance questioned back at Vladimir, and the Devil smiled. 

"I do. Been an excellent artist," but he didn't stop his words there, "My daughter used to draw too. She acquired the talent for it from me. She used to see the paintings I made, and she would then carry a bunch of pencils along with her before scribbling something that was at first hard to understand, but she got better." 

Constance smiled, hearing this. For a moment, she was confused by thinking about how this person remembered things from the living world or if he was only dreaming. Nonetheless, she continued the conversation with the stranger, 

"She must have turned to be a good artist then," said Constance, hearing the man speak earnestly about his daughter. 

Vladimir nodded his head. Looking straight into her eyes, he said, "The best. She passed the talent to her son." Constance returned the smile, and Vladimir was reminded about how Heaven felt before he had decided to leave this place. The memories were bittersweet, but they were all history. 

He could hear the bird's chirp and felt the rays of the warm sunlight that passed through to touch Heaven. This was something that didn't exist in Hell, but he had made his choice. 

"Actually," started Constance, and Vladimir was pulled out from his thoughts. "The dreams I used to have are always so beautiful. Sometimes I wonder if it was from the life I once had in the living world before I entered Heaven. Every day I open my eyes with a smile on my lips, believing everything is alright and I am in peace with my mind. At the same time, I cannot help but wonder if I am missing something. I see people in my dreams, but not their faces as it is unclear."

"The angels sure love to erase my face," Vladimir muttered under his breath. This gained Constance's attention, and a questioning look passed through her features. He shook his head, "What else do you see in your dreams?"

Living in Heaven for so long, Constance had spoken to many people about various things, but the way this man questioned and asked her, she wondered if he was different from the rest of them. Probably special, like the archangels. 

Constance tried to recollect what she dreamt, "I see a person in my dream who wears black clothes. He has a stern voice, but it doesn't scare me. It feels like I was small because of how tall he looked. I try to go out, moving towards the window."

'Don't step too close to the windows, Constance. It can be dangerous,' advised the man, coming to pick her up in his arms from where she was. 

'I saw a bird that was flying outside. Do you think we could go and see it?' she asked him. 

'Birds? They are useless things, why don't I show you the horse.' 

Constance then said, "The person calls for someone who is smaller in size, and then says 'Constance needs a horse.' And the person who was carrying me puts me back down on the ground."